Jackson's Video Diary:

(Night time with only the glow of the fire to see)

Damn Eric. That move he made, was smooth. Real smooth. What do they think? That I'm blind or something? Damn it, why do I feel this way? Maybe it's because . . . No, Jackson, don't think like that. There's only one thing in my mind right now. I don't know how but I'm going to put an end to this. Some how . . .

Jackson's POV:

It was late morning and the only person still asleep was Melissa. I remember seeing her outside by the fire, when I came back from the latrine. Taylor skipped by and greeted, "Good morning, Jackson."

"Hey, Taylor," I said, casually. She winked at me and walked by. Whoa! Back it up a bit. Did Taylor just . . . wink at me? No. I shook the thought out of my head. Daley walked by carrying a couple dozen bananas. "Shoot," she exclaimed as she dropped two bunches. "Here," I said going over to her. I took the majority of bananas from her and picked up the two bunches on the floor. "Thank, Jackson," she thanked.

"No problem," I said, putting the food into the cooler.

"Is Melissa still not up yet?" she asked, annoyed.

"Yeah, she must be pretty beat from yesterday," I replied.

"Did she really work THAT hard?" she exclaimed with much doubt in her voice.

"Well, she did to a lot of stuff. She even did some of Eric's job." Eric. Damn him.

"Well . . . fine. but she better wake up soon." Then, out of nowhere came Nathan, carrying a water bottle. "Hey, Day. You must be thirsty, here," he offered as he handed her the water bottle.

"Thanks, Nathan." She greedily gulped it down just seconds after she accepted it. I turned to Nathan who was watching me with wide eyes. I read it loud and clear. I closed the cooler and walked away with my hands at my side. I turned around and saw Nathan take a seat next to Daley. I didn't know if Nathan was trying to be discreet or something, but he was failing at it. "Jackson!" yelled Daley from behind me. I whipped around and saw her facing in my direction. "Jackson, can you go into the plane and wake up Mel for me? It's getting to be around lunchtime," she asked.

"Um . . .," I hesitated. Mel and I weren't on the best of terms yet, and I still haven't thought of a plan. "I'll do it," offered Eric, coming by with two jugs.

"No, it's ok," I immediately blurted out, "I've been doing nothing for the past hour so I'll just do this and get to work." I held my hand back to stop him from taking another step further and went through the metal door frame. When I went in, I saw one sleeping bag completely clean and nicely organized. The other had two or three shirts on it and some nail polish. Next to the pillow was a pink hairbrush with some rhinestones along the edge. To the back, by a window, laid a girl in her sleeping bag. Her black hair partially covered her face, but I already knew the identity. Her hands were spread away from her body and the area around her was kind of ruffled and wrinkled. I had to wake her up fast, or else Daley, Nathan, and Eric would think something was going on. I crouched down and took hold of her left arm. "Melissa . . ." I calmly said as I shook her arm, "Melissa . . ." I raised my volume a little louder and quickened the shaking. "Melissa!" She rolled over to face me and muttered something about her mom. "Melissa! Wake up!" I said, shaking her vigorously.

"What . . . ?" she said, her eyes barely opening, "Earthquake?"

"Melissa, Daley says to get up," I said, putting my arm on my knee.

"What? Huh?" she sat up and stretched her arms.

"It's time to wake up . . ." I said, smirking. Her eyes opened slightly in my direction, and then they fluttered a bit, until they finally completely opened. And when she saw me, they doubled in size.

"Jackson!" she exclaimed, and her body immediately tensed up. I smirked. "Rise and shine!" I replied.

"Uhh . . . why are you in here?" she said, avoiding some eye contact.

"Daley told me to wake you up. It's nearly lunch time," I said calmly as I stood up.

"Oh my gosh! It's that late? Crap, I better get changed . . ." she stood up quickly. Then she slowly turned to me. I rose up my hands in surrender and said walked out the door without saying a word. I looked behind me and the windows were covered with shirts and the door was covered with towels. I smiled. "So, I see she's up . . ." commented Daley, not looking at me.

"Yeah. I'll go head out," I said, walking away from the campfire. I could feel Daley's joy from three feet away. I walked away with bottle in hand and a smile on my face.

Melissa's Video Diary:

Why does he always come in the most awkward times? Crap, I can't believe I called him mom. Crap, why do I always say the stupidest things when I'm half awake? Oh crap.

Melissa's POV:

I was still in shock about Jackson's wake up call. What was the reason he said he came in? Oh yeah, Daley told him to. Daley. "Afternoon, Mel," greeted Daley as I got out of the plane.

"Hey, Daley. Sorry I slept so long; I guess I was really tired after last night.

FLASHBACK:

I stood there, completely awestruck to just what played out in front of me. Would Taylor REALLY ask him out? Would Jackson agree? I take it back. Everything I said. I DO care if they go out. I am NOT ready to completely let him go. But, it was too late now. I strolled over the fire, and poked the embers a bit with a stick. Thoughts swirled in my head, and then an image flashed. It was of Jackson and Taylor. She was snuggled up to him and was smiling. Even Jackson looked happy as his arm was draped around her. She looked up at him with her blue eyes and smiled. He returned it. Then, she straightened up slowly and moved her head closer to Jackson's. He did the same. And then . . .

I furiously jerked my head to whip the image out of my head. I threw the stick into the fire with fury and stormed off to the beach. I sat down on the sand and let the waves swish onto my feet. The iciness stung my feet a little, but I didn't care. I just sat there, watching the tide roll in and out. No words came into my brain. Not one peep from my two alter egos. I tucked my knees towards my chest and just sat there, observing the moon. The moon shined onto the glistening waters, adding sparkles. Here, I was content. Here, I was alone. Here, I could just . . . rest. I stayed that way until dawn came. I saw the sky brighten up and I realized I've been outside all night. I jumped up and ran towards the plane. I gently maneuvered my way past Taylor's and Daley's outstretched bodies. I quietly laid inside my sleeping bag and pulled the zipper closed. Then, tiredness caught up with me. My eyelids began to feel slightly heavy, then heavier, and before I knew it, all light was gone.

END FLASHBACK

"Melissa? Melissa?" asked Daley, waving her hand in front of my face.

"Oh! Yeah, Daley?" I snapped back to reality.

"So, how'd you like your wake up call?" she asked, crossing her hands over he chest.

"Oh, so it was YOU who sent him in?" She just smiled at me and her blue eyes lit up. "I thought it was the only sure fire way to get you up," she replied.

"Well, it worked," I muttered.

"I know," she said. She just stood there, with a smile placed on her face. Is she expecting me to say something? "What Daley?" I asked her.

"Oh . . . nothing . . ." she said, about to walk away.

"Daley!" I exclaimed.

"Here," she tossed a fig at me, "Eat up. You're doing the laundry today." My stomach prevailed over my curiosity at this point. (Sleeping for about 10 hours can make you hungry, ok?) I broke open the fig and began eating the insides. Then, I headed towards the guy's tent and saw underwear and shirts scattered all over the ground. I picked up a white pair and made a fast of disgust. "Eww . . ." I said to myself as I picked up every piece of laundry and held it in my hands. Some clothes smelled like they haven't been washed in over a month. I shuddered at the thought of scrubbing these today. I inhaled a breath of air to calm myself down, but that was the wrong move. I immediately got the stench of Eric's socks, which were in my arms. I nearly gagged at the odor and quickly picked up the remaining clothes from the floor. When I got out of the death trap, I inhaled as much fresh air as I could possibly inhale. "Geez Eric, what do you do to your feet? They smell like you went blindfolded into cow pasture with only your socks on," I commented out loud.

"Hey! They don't smell THAT bad," retorted Eric from behind me.

"Oh yes they do!" I exclaimed and threw the socks at him, "Smell them." He picked it up and gently sniffed them. As soon as he did, his face contorted into a look of horror. "Ok, ok!" he surrendered, "I take it back! They do smell that bad!" He tossed the odor bomb back at me. After he recovered from his near-death experience, he walked over to me.

"Hey, I heard you got a really good wake up call today," he nudged my arm.

"What?" then it clicked, "Oh yeah . . . that."

"You know, I think he's jealous," he casually commented. Even though Eric tossed out that comment in a relaxed manner, my heart still skipped a beat and I was nearly about to scream. Mean Mel quickly told me to "get a grip" before my freak out began its process. "Really?" I said, calmly. I silently prayed that he would give me total details on how he got this hypothesis, but I forgot this WAS Eric I was talking to. "Yup," he said. One word. How can one word explain all that needs to be explained? I broke at this point. "How do you know? Come on, Eric. Don't do this to me! I need to know!" I begged. He raised an eyebrow on me and there his mouth curved slightly. "Oh, so you NEED to know, eh?" I took a quick breath to calm myself down before I got full out on him. "Well . . . maybe NEED is kind of . . . much. But, please Eric, how do you know?" I pleaded.

"Let's just say, he WANTED to be your wake up call," he informed.

"What?!?" I exclaimed, "Eric! Come on!" I needed DETAILS, not just a mere summery. Eric just shook his head and zipped his lips. After 2 minutes of unsuccessful begging, I gave an exasperated breath and turned heel. Darn Eric . . .

Taylor's Video Diary:

Finally, things are working out! Before, I was afraid to hook up with Jackson because of Melissa. But since she basically signed all rights to me, I don't feel bad anymore! All I need to do is get him hooked and all will be right with the world. At least, it will be in MY world.

Jackson's POV:

"Hey," greeted Taylor from above. I got up from laying in the sand and was about to greet back at her. That's when I realized something. She was wearing a brown dress and her hair was in a high, Hollywood-style design. She had an exotic flower over the left ear and was wearing lip gloss, foundation, cover-up, maybe some blush, and mascara. I have to honest. She looked REALLY good. "How's the fish?" she asked, rather flirty.

"Um . . . not biting right now," I replied.

"Oh," she said. She placed her right arm on her hip and walked right in front of me and stood beside the fishing pole. "Maybe we should real it in a bit?" she asked, child-like.

"Sure . . ." She bent over and plucked the fishing pole from the ground. Taylor then began to slowly wrap the string around the pole. I just stood there in amazement as I watched her "subtly" flirt with me. Just then the pole jerked to life and she nearly fell over. She grabbed the pole tightly and began to pull back. "Jackson, this feels big can you help me?" I went next to her but her elbow was extended so far that I couldn't get near the pole. That left me only one option. I had to go behind her. I figured maybe I was just thinking to carefully today and went behind Taylor. As I griped the pole, I felt some weight being lifted. I could only concur that Taylor purposely loosened her grip. I shoved all thoughts away and began to help her pull it in. "Jackson, I'll begin to pull it up ok?" she offered.

"Yeah . . . sure, Taylor," I said through my teeth. She completely let go of the pole all of a sudden and turned around. I would've fallen on her if it wasn't for my natural reflexes. My right foot immediately stepped forward a little to support my leaning weight. Although, that left me inches away from Taylor's face. I tried to avoid causing an awkward scene by looking down but that just made it worse. I was face to face with her breast. I closed my eyes quickly and told her to hurry up and move. She went under my outstretched arms and ran over to the string. As we pulled, the load began to get heavier and heavier. I yelled, "Heave!" and with that one heavy movement, the string snapped. We both fell back onto the sand. I sat up and saw that her head was directly between my legs. She slowly got up and pulled her dress higher. "That was BIG!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah . . . too big," I said, suspiciously.

"I know what you mean. Maybe we caught onto a reef or something . . ." she observed.

"Yeah, sorry about your earring," I apologized.

"Yeah . . .," she looked to the ocean and said, "Hey, do you think we could swim out there and unhook it off? I really don't care about the earring but I think we need to save as much stuff as we can." She made sense. We didn't really have that many hooks left, so maybe going out there and getting it would make supplies last longer. "Yeah, good idea," I complimented.

"Thank you!" she said as she got up. She extended her hand to get me up but I knew better. "You take her hand, she'll pull you up so fast that you'll basically crash into her," informed my conscience. I shook my head and got up myself. "I'm going to the tide pools," I said, "I need to clean these off." I grabbed the 5 fishes I caught earlier today and went into camp. I held two on my left and three in my right hand. She took one look at the fish and her face scrunched up slightly. "Uhh . . . I'll meet you back at camp then," she replied and ran off. I smiled triumphantly and walked towards the rocks. "Good try, Taylor," I thought.

(A/N: Ok, so what do you think? For you Taylor fans, I'm not trying to bash on Taylor. It's just that every story always needs an antagonist. And in this one, it just happens to be Taylor. And the other reason is because I'm a die-hard Jackson/Melissa fan. But if it'll make you feel better, she won't be so horrible in the end. Reviews are very much appreciated.)